Chapter 52

A week to the day after my visit with Cinder, I was back in my living room. With the lights dim, Mandy on the couch was illuminated only by the images on the widescreen. The armrest of my chair squeaked as I raised a tumbler to my lips. My attention was split between her petite form beneath a sheer black negligee and the video.

On the screen, with her sleek, pale body stretching upwards from her knees, Cinder had just yipped. In her kitchen, I was lifting her from beside the table. The view shifted to one from a different micro-drone, providing a close-up of the blonde’s trembling pink lips.

“Oh, God, I’m, uh, the d-dessert,” she muttered as her brilliant green pools filled with recognition.

At a quiet hiss, I returned to Mandy. Eyes wide, the hand in her black lace panties started moving once more. Again, only centuries of hard discipline kept me from moving to her. But it was important she watch alone. All week as I’d worked in New York, she’d badgered me for details. But I wanted her to see, not hear from me.

Why? So she could realize not just what had happened between Cinder and me, but how. In addition, any lingering question in her mind about my relationship with Cinder had died earlier, with her bucking on her pumping fingers. She’d been watching the blonde bouncing on my lap, driving herself to madness over and over. As Cinder’s cries had torn from her lips, Mandy had sent matching calls from the shadows while staring at me.

At the snicking sounds, I turned to the screen. Flat on her back atop the table, Cinder was squirming while I attached thick leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists. After bending her legs, I’d connected the shackles on each side together. With knees in the air and her shaking feet on the glossy surface flanking her butt, her battered, flushed seam and the white ooze dribbling from her reddened butthole glimmered.

When clinking sounded from the screen as I bent to my pack, Mandy turned to me. Her hand was frozen in the taut lace.

“Oh, God, is that a real chain, Jim?” she whispered in a shaky voice.

“Yep.” I nodded while watching me snap it into the blonde’s collar.

Mandy moaned when the image shifted as I slid a chair between Cinder’s propped legs. Another escaped her as I sat and leaned forward. Again, her hand moved beneath the lace as the sound of my slow licking left the speakers.

As Cinder’s pleading erupted from the screen and Mandy’s shaking thighs spread wider, I reclined. After a long exhale, I took a lengthy sip of bourbon.

Yeah, Mandy approved.

With a grin, I lifted the phone and re-read the texts between Gary and me from earlier that week. Just before leaving town, I’d passed him the raw footage. Both the videos of Mandy and I with her in the special room and those from the camera-drones during my visit to the Rivas’ home. His response had arrived later in the day.

Wow! Who is she, Jim? What did you do to that poor woman?

Since I was readying for a team dinner, I’d only sent him a smiley emoji. With Mandy moaning in the darkness while watching me enjoy my dessert, I again chuckled at his response.

Smiley my ass. You dominated the crap outta her. That wasn’t human fucking. I haven’t seen that since several Tainted got into a strip club once.

What do you really think?

Well, it’s over the top. I mean, she took everything you threw at her. Everything. Would’ve made Debbie blush.

So?

Well, I managed to tie all the feeds pretty seamlessly. You okay with the digi-blurring?

I’ll tell you when I see it. You sending a clean copy too, without the blur?

Sure, can do easy.

Okay, I’ll watch it with Mandy and let you know.

At Cinder’s first scream, I looked up to see her bucking frame slapping atop the kitchen table. Shiny lips wide and gaze locked on the video, Mandy was squirming ever faster on the couch.

Soon enough, Mandy’s cries and the sweet scent of her arousal flooded the room once more. Then she froze. Eyes wild, she stared at the screen. I was standing, gripping the blonde’s shaking legs. At the abrupt thrust of my hips, Mandy cried out and flung her head backwards to blink at the ceiling.

The loud slapping of each rapid forceful collision between my pelvis and Cinder’s bound body resounded from the speakers. With a stuttering groan, Mandy arched skyward, shuddering on her racing fingers. But at the sound of slow clanking, she forced her gaze downwards to inspect the screen.

“Oh, fuck. A-Are you beating her with the chain?” She gulped, trembling atop her hand. Stiff, her dark nipples poked from beneath the translucent black nightie.

“Yep,” I muttered before taking another sip and returning to the monitor right as I slapped the heavy links across steely coral nipples. As I fucked her even faster, Cinder’s much-louder cries filled the screen.

“Do I own you, Cinder?” I thrust deep and whacked her flat, roiling belly muscles with the chain.

“Yes!” She’d flicked her head from the table in a cloud of silvery-blonde hair to gaze at me. “Yes, master.”

And right then, I shifted to focus on Mandy. But there was no reaction to the blonde calling me that. Unlike earlier in the show, when a flash of jealousy had appeared. No, she understood at last. Cinder and I had our bargain. I’d meet her needs, but that had no effect on my feelings for Mandy.

But Mandy had to witness everything to comprehend that point.

At a surprised yelp from the video, I looked up right as I’d spun Cinder so her head dangled from the table edge. With her emerald pools sparkling, she’d already been opening her drool-streaked lips when I shoved my cock between them.

“Told you I’d fuck your mouth, cunt,” I muttered before proceeding to do just that.

When the rapid glug-glugging on the screen became lengthy, wet slurping, Mandy stared at me. Those shadowed blue eyes were full of shock. But after flashing her a grin, I lifted the tumbler. As I sipped, she returned to watch my cock’s bulging mass speed through Cinder’s distended neck. Knowing what was coming next, I held in a chuckle.